Okay, sorry for the length of the up coming author's note, but there are a few things I want to get straight before I start. This bit is for my few regular readers especially.

This story is not my idea. My younger brother, who is on this site as mg34, was reading my stories and kept on asking questions about Sonic, and his role in the stories. Not satisfied with the answer that he was merely a plot tool to make Blossom suffer, he came up with a back story for how Sonic got into these stories. I've taken it, puffed it up a bit (in more ways then one) and written a story around it. Therefore, mg34 is a credited Co-writer.

However, this story is NOT about Sonic, although he has a major role.In fact I hope it will tell you more about Blossom then anyone else. More importantly, I hope you'll enjoy it.

2. Mostly Perfect

It was just a normal day. Blossom had finished her early morning patrol work, and was feeling quite pleased with her self; breaking up three armed robberies in two hours with no help is pleasing. Now she was at her desk, doing the mountains of paperwork, but even that couldn't get her down.

Everything was going right for once. Brick had forgiven her for his death, and therefore a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It had also improved her relationship with Eddy. Free from worry about her first and true love, Blossom had found it much easier to be with her second love. There was also a visible knock on effect; Eddy also seemed more relaxed. He was talking with her freely about everything, ever the not-so-legal business aspects. One day he knew they'd be separated, and Blossom would be with Brick at last, but this element of certainty seemed to suit Eddy fine.

"I've never won anything, so why should coming second disappoint me?" he'd told her when she'd queried him on it. Since then everything had been out in the open. Bizarrely, their doomed relationship had got stronger by the knowledge it was doomed.

They'd even had sex twice last week! It was the first time they'd managed that since Edward was born!

Edward himself was relatively happy too. His suspension from school had never ended, but he was starting high school in the autumn, and since his injuries from the stabbing had never really healed, Blossom didn't worry about it. He'd been moaning about his injury at any opportunity though, especially if it meant getting MJ to do stuff for her.

MJ still blamed herself for what had happened to Edward, but she'd never seemed happier. Blossom had to admit that Eddy had been right; the kids knowing they had powers hadn't been a disaster yet. Sure, it was a bit of a shock to find MJ handing from the ceiling, or to trip over on of her web lines, but she hadn't got into any real trouble, and had really scared those kids at school!

She now spent most of her time pestering Blossom to tell her how to fly. She'd promised to teach her at the weekend, but quite how Blossom was unsure of, since she'd never had to learn. Edward in comparison wanted nothing to do with his own powers. In line with his dream, he was asking Eddy to show him how a car engine worked. This was a challenge for Eddy, as the only things he knew about cars were how to drive them and how to sell them. But it didn't worry him or Blossom. They were in the good times for now, and they were rolling with them.

Noise was rising near Blossom's desk. She looked up. A lot of Superheroes were around now. It was nearly lunch break, and the room was buzzing with the sound of hungry 'Defenders of Humanity' preparing to queue up for a free lunch. Some of them waved and smiled at Blossom. She nodded in response, but couldn't go for lunch yet herself. She needed to finish this document…

"BLOSSOM!" Sonic's voice cut through every sound. The room immediately fell silent. Blossom went ridge: her desk was completely exposed to all onlookers; it was positioned to make her look like a secretary even though she was officially second in command. The 'person' who had put it there was now coming to talk to her, and he had a large audience.

Sonic stopped by Blossom's desk and dropped an open report on to it.

"READ!" he said.

"Where?" Blossom tried to keep her composure. It was difficult, as everyone was looking at her.

"WHERE MY FINGER IS!" Sonic bellowed. Blossom looked. Then she gulped. "Spotted it?" Sonic continued, quietly but clearly and angrily.

"Yes."

"What have you spotted?" Sonic said in the same way again. "Say it so everyone can here you."

"Is that really necessary?"

Sonic smiled, showing his teeth. "Oh yes." His voice was now full of smugness.

Blossom sighed. "I've put an extra zero on the end of our expenditure this financial year. It's a typo, I'll correct it."

"Bit late now, when I had to explain it to the President THIS MORNING." He swung away from Blossom to address the watching superheroes in general. "MISTAKES ARE NOT EXCEPTABLE IN ANY AREA OF THIS ORGINISATION!" he declared in his high-and-mighty way, before returning to his office.

Blossom sat at her desk trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, till they'd all filed away, whispering as they went. Then she got up, threw open the door to Sonic's office and slammed it behind her.

"What made you do that?" she hissed. Sonic had his feet on the desk and was playing with his desk toy. Eventually he looked up.

"Hello Blossom," he said with no sigh of the anger that he'd been showing only minutes earlier, "what can I do for you?"

"You were back from that meeting at eleven o'clock! I asked you how it went and you said fine! The only reason you waited until one to tell me that was because you wanted to humiliate me in front of everyone!"

"Don't point your finger at me Blossom. And it wasn't everyone. It was only about half at most."

"Oh and you don't think the word will get round?"

"I hope it does. I think we need to make examples of people to get the majority to put their socks up from time to time. What do you think?"

Blossom was spitting with anger. "I think that if you're unhappy with my administrative work you should either tell me in p-r-i-v-a-t-e or you should high a trained administrator!"

"No chance," Sonic said calmly. "They'd never work your hours for your wage." He was really pushing it now. Blossom could feel energy inside her surging with the anger.

"What if I quit!" she hissed.

"Oh you won't do that," Sonic said calmly, "would you?" Blossom paused; her angry temporally overcome by shock and fear.

"You wouldn't!" she gasped.

"No," he said, "I probably wouldn't. But can you afford to take that risk?" He clicked his desk toy again, and looked up at the devastated puff. "You may go now," he finished.

Bubbles sat down next to Blossom at lunch. Blossom wasn't eating; she was tapping away on a portable games system. Bubbles looked over her shoulder.

"What are you playing?" she asked surprised. Playing on computer games wasn't really a Blossom thing.

"Sonic the Hedgehog," she said deadpan. Bubbles watched as the figure on the screen impaled itself on some spikes again.

"You're not doing very well," she said.

"That depends on one's objective," Blossom replied, as Sonic died again.

Okay, thanks for reading. Please review, and feel free to ask questions, and make suggestions. Thanks.